Women, Children. To the lifeboats!nnThe waves strike, like knives in a board,nand crashes down like swords, heavy to hold.nAnd we fall faster, down into the sea,nscreaming, save me, save me!nOoh, our cries drowned by the storming sounds,nand air, long since found our lungs;ndo we deserve to fall so young?nBut we fall faster, down into the sea,nscreaming, forgive me, forgive me! OohnnMy eyes open slowly and glanced upon a scene,nmy men, lay beached, caressed by the sea.nEach had a cloak over him,nlooking as though to bind him.nAs each struggled against his own,nthe rags seemed to repair as they were torn. Suffocating and devastating,nthe cloaks could not be lifted,nno matter how gifted my men were.nI raised my head in prayer,nsearching for the answer.nAnd how suddenly it came,nI heard a voicensay Put your faith in what you can not see.nnSo I put my faith beyond me,nand I noticed the warmth from the windnas it rolled over me, and I looked to the skynand saw a faint smile, and my cloak blew from me,nthe wind tossing it into a golden handnclenched into a fist. Over rags of dirty cloaks,nthey seemed to dissolve one by one;nmy mens problems were solved!nStripped from their back, their fears disappearednas the man with golden hands wore their burdens,nthey each whispered their praise,nThank you, Oh Savior